“You two seem to be getting along well,” Brielle smiled, interlocking her fingers on her lap. The skin around her nails looks as if it’s been mauled and dried blood stains her nailbeds.
“Still have that awful nervous tic, huh?” I nodded down at her hands, ignoring her question. I didn’t want to talk about Luka or how well things seemed. The more I think about him and the things that he doesn’t know, the more I want to crawl into a hole and bury myself alive.
Brielle huffed out a breath, stretching her hands out against her thighs and frowning, “I suppose I do.” Her face lifted to look at mine and a sad smile played on her lips.
Once upon a time, Brielle was my idol. She was everything and so much more. Mom and dad used to praise the very ground she walked on, and therefore, I did the
